[Intro]
We can’t stop, non-stop, can’t stop
Vic Spencer has a new battery pack and he’s ready to go
Ooh
What the fuck

[Verse]
Never soul-searching in my forties
Making moves with my roadies, smoking forties with a shorty (Babe)
Receive game, the heat sting
It’s sort of like a bee sting
I don’t really know what the beneath bring
A psychological assessment is the testament
Ever since I stopped being cool with rappers, not stressing shit (Naw)
Smooth out my own problems, I’m my own coach (That’s right)
When I was young as hell I hung with the old folks
Make the song hurt
Fourteen hours I’m spazzing on cold nuts
When I had the low cut
I was the one taking chance with the other n***as and not getting the love
Now everybody and their momma [?]
That’s why I sweep that shit under a rug (Fuck)
When you rebel they never want you to speak about it
When you see a n***a starving you can’t eat around him (Naw, naw)
We plotting on your plans cause them n***as some pussy boys
You can tell the difference between confidence and paranoid
I’m eating ribs but my outfit is plant-based
Ass shake
Girl with the fat cakes (Babe)
Twinkies ain’t got shit on her (Naw)
When you wear the Lizzo fit
The mother fucking cheeks on her
Is magnificent
I mean she actually said “Can I get the Lizzo fit?”
They put it together for her
Then she went in the dressing room, put that mother fucker on
I come out and see her in that mother fucker
The thong is gone
I didn’t even think she had them bitches on
Real talk
Man
You know what I’m saying
I ain’t had no tickets to go to the game though
Took her to that lake